Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1887-10-19

ana houses, making various criticisms
on the same.
The spirited horses went down the
road at good round trot, and clouds
OF dust rose in the rear of the wagon,
floating away TO settle on the leaves Of
the trees, or accumulate in the fields.
They had passed a small farmhouse
situated on hill with a field extending
along the road. inclosed by a misera
BILE fence.
There's that trifiing Jack Hawk
ins, said MIR. Miles to his daughter,
pointing 10 q man with dark brown
whiskers, broad-brimmed hat, in his
shirt sleeves, sitting on the fence near
miserable Old tumbie-down gate.
- II declare, he's the LATEST man in
the entire flat. Always sitt.n' on the
fence and never doin' any good. Be-
sides be keeps that tramp Bill Martin
about him all the time, who is twice Is
triilin' rs he"
" HOy do they make a living, father,
If they don't work." asked Pinkey,
who. farmer girl like, knew no honor
able means OF support save manual
toll
Il do not know, daughter; that has
always been a mystery; some people
can s.t on the fence all day and never
come TO want, while others work for
dear life an can hardly make ends
meet. Bat they do say Bill Martin is Il
tiii &. an he may steal enough in his
tramPs to keep Jack and his family
from starving
a small 10y. the son of Jack Naw-
kins. ran 10 the fence to peep through
at the father and daughter a. they
drove by. They saw Jack Hawkins
team ol gray mares harnessed To- the
Prov and -tanding just inside the gait,
while Jack liaw kins himself Sai on thc
fence. as Il he was waiting for them 30
81, roach.
"UuUoa, neighbOr Miles, cried
JacS, IS the wagon came opposite
ann. ''Going to town today?
"Ycs. Jack; are We putting in your
e-i.-t.' asked Mr.. Miles, refining in
MS ra-.i.~s horses.
'jus. commenced blowing for it. 90
au Tcral Haw hinS, grin on his face
tLr' made &c ut once distru-tful.
why amt YOU blowing now;
$50 p.d 10 take a rest?
NO. broke 4 clcvis, and Bills gone
20 tle house to get one
GLOW long since We had that field in
ru yation?'
some three or four years" said
Jack. descending from the fence and
| advancing TO the wagon. He was
I maa about forty-five years of age. with
I bu-hy hair and beard. crestfalen
/ gray eye and square, massive chin.
| II, came forward at his usual law.
! stumbling rate, and Familiarity put one
| foot on the hub of the fore-wheel next
to him, supporting his elbow on the
| knee Of his elevated leg. and resting his
/ chin in his hand, he seemed to square
| himself for two hours talk.
"Got new hand, / her'dP'' said
Jack.
Yes; hired one yesterday.
Owe think he's much accountP'
Cant say, I've not given him fair
trial yet" answered the farmer.
He is rather a slender, delicate fell
! low?"
| Eyes, rather
Don't look as though he'd ever
| done much farm work?''
NO. he says he never did. but he
! seems willing to learn
do YOU think he can do it, if he
| hoes learn?'
81 don't see why he should not"
''Why, he's rather weakly, you
| know"
Rather a slender young man."
Eyes; don't look as though he could
manage fiery team, or do hard
days work"
Those slender chaps sometimes de-
! ceive one"
What has he been doin'?" asked
Jsck.
''Clerking in dry-goods store"
"NFherePn
''At Queenstown"
"a clerk, hey?'
That's what he says he's been do.
ny"
~ reg lar ladies' gentleman, then"
said jack, with shy glance at PinSey.
cone o them fellars what can measure
3aierco. talk soft. and walk ON eggs
without breakin' 'em."
He seems willing to work, aud a
/ perfect gentleman, answered Mr.
Miles. Then, to change the conversa-
ton, he said: GLOW much winter wheat
do you intend to put imp"
Dunno was the answer: some
fifteen or twenty acres, [ suppose"
You are rather late commencing for
| thai much"
''Ya-as; but if l don't git it all in,
/ u have to be content with putin
part"
You haven't plowed Eve burrows
yet"
NO; just commenced" said the
careless Jack Hawkins, shifting his foot
| 80 the ground and putting the other
/ loot ON the hub. "Our cleyis broke
and Bi.l went to the house to git the
other"
You have your grays. vet" said
/ FARMER Miles, rs he gazed over the
\ fence at the two rather likely-lOOking
/ gray mares attached TO the pillow.
YES. an its shame to hev to hold
EN- to Plow."
''WhyP"
''Thcy are both racers. They kin out
run "A creased streak o. double geared
| lightning"
But they'll do more good at the
/ plow, was the answer of the practical
! Mr.. Miles.
"How long has that young chap been
from Queenstown" asked Jack Haw-
aims reverting to the subject which
seemed to interest him.
About two weeks or ten days." was
the answer.
"What is his name?r
'Walter Browniield. But it's getting
late and we must be going" said Mr.
Miles, starting rs team. Don't work
too hard. ." There was no need of
making the request, for Jack Haw kins
was not liable TO do that.
Never fear about that" said Jack,
with his diStrus tful grin. Don't oft
drunk he shouted, as the wagon rat
tied away. The noise and distance
made his tones inaudible to Mr. Miles
and daughter.
His name is Walter Brownlicld.' -
said Jack. as he re-entered the field. by
the old rickety gate. and took seat on
the beam of the pillow. His name